Narrative Essay On Brrendon's Day

* Keely birthday is coming and Du ask her what she wants for her birthday

Monday morning Maddie woke up a little after six thirty. It was clear to her that she would be late but she didn't really care. There was so much going on. She spent most of her shower wondering what was going on with Elijah and his siblings. Quickly, she got dressed in a white blouse that had opened shoulders, skinny jeans and her white converse shoes. She got her stuff before leaving the house quickly. By the time she was driving away from Starbucks, first period had begun but she didn't really care.

She pre meditates all of the places she will show off her new appearance. “Past Thrifty’s and the hardware store” (line 8). “Past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old/donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers…” (lines 10-11). She wants to turn heads, and catch the eye of anyone who is willing to look. When she receives all of the attention and looks from the public, she will feel a sense of confidence she had yet to find in

“This one was hardly bigger than a garage. The table was cluttered with limp- looking magazines and at one end of it there was a big green glass ashtray full of cigarette butts and cotton wads with little blood spots on them. If she had had anything to do with the running of the place, that would have been emptied every so often. There were no chairs against the wall at the head of the room. It had a rectangular-shaped panel in it that permitted a view of the office where the nurse came and went and the secretary listened to the radio. A plastic fern, in a gold pot sat in the opening and trailed its fronds down almost to the floor. The radio was softly playing gospel music” (O’Connor 3). As the Turpins waited Mrs. Turpin began to describe the other waiting room occupants to pass the time. Mrs. Turpin can be seen as a larger woman who is proud of her means and then there is her husband Claud who can be described as a “florid, bald, sturdy and shorter than Mrs. Turpin (O’Connor 1). Next was an unnamed blonde child whose attire consisted of a dirty blue romper, the boy’s mother was seen “wearing on a yellow sweatshirt and wine- colored slacks, both gritty-looking, and the rims of her lips were stained with snuff. Her dirty yellow hair was tied behind with a little piece of red paper ribbon” (O’Connor 5). The next woman is called the “stylish woman” by

While she was in college some of her school friends invited her to a revival. The thought of going to a student revival was not of interest to her, because while growing

Ashton was visiting for a weekend, it was only him. Calum had to stay back and look for Michael, as he had ran off again. I hugged Ashton and looked at him. Ashton got in my car and smiled. I hugged him tightly. “It’s been too long!” I yell and he laugs. “I like the hair, you changed it up a bit since the last time I saw you.” He greeted me, I smiled and shook my hair. I had dyed it blonde and brown. I decided I need a change. “How’s Tate?” Ashton looked at me while I was driving. “He’s on edge because of the baby, but he’s good. Brooklyn?” I smiled and he chuckled. “She’s 4 months,” It was all he needed to say. “You guys are having another fucking baby! Oh my gosh!” I squealed as my car came to a stop. Ashton blushed and felt my stomach. I felt her kicking. “Do you know yet?” He asked and I

Sitting on the stoop of her apartment Remi watched as cars drove past her with their windows rolled up as she sucked on her fifth pop cycle of the day. Her milk chocolate skin was hidden underneath an all white Nike viser with he box braids sitting in a high pony tail. The pink tank top she wore was slightly wet from all the sweating she was doing while her blue denim shorts stuck to her body like glue.

“Yes, you there, that man er—young man I spoke to earlier,” she shrilled, clumsily trotting across the street. “Yes, you,” she panted, grasping hold of her centered, skirt slit and swiftly darting across the grass. “Oh it’s wet, the grass is moist,” she wailed. “Yes, you there,” she said again, pointing at me, nearing closer and clamoring up the porch steps. “Oh look, those are some beautiful, Ah—deadly roses!” she squawked, “I think they just made a ladder in my favorite tights.” Her face looked like it was going to sob again, but briskly, she straightened her stance and blew out a sharp breath. “I know,” she said breathlessly, “you're probably wondering what this horrendous woman is is doing in front of you and—oh my god, is this street full of supermodels!” her eyes shifted distractedly, gawking at Gemma. “You look like an angel. Your light, champagne blond hair is so gorgeous, and you're so lean and perfect—how tall are you? She quizzed Gemma.

The music blared so loud through the speakers at the bar and grill MacGowan's Haven, that Alannah Chambers worked at that she had to shout in order for her customers to hear her. "What would you like sir?" She yelled at the middle aged man on the other side of the counter. He was a heavy set man with thinning salt and pepper colored hair and thick glasses, he wore faded blue jeans and a blue shirt that looked like it seen better days. Lots of them. He had a mustard stain on his shirt too that he hadn't bothered to wipe up. "Uh, I'll take a beer and a piece of that ass babe," he said, and grinned wickedly at her. If it had been a few years sooner, Alannah would have ignored him, but not this time, she was done with little-miss-shy-girl that

“Shit, shit, shit…” Kelsey mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her room to put her other black stiletto on. She quickly zipped up her black dress, applied red lipstick and ran out the door. The warm night air brushed against her legs as she quickly walked to the bar downtown. She was on a mission tonight… and being late wasn’t part of the plan.

Over the summer, Bre had made several trips to the hospital, Whether it was going to watch her cousin have a baby, visiting her uncle, or watching her brother get his excruciating leg broken and fixed. So her summer was very full but

He didn't trust the taste of the women he dated and much preferred molding them into his fantasy. Most of the women he”dated” enjoyed playing dress-up and were happy to let him select their wardrobe as long as he was footing the bill. It was a form of control. They were beautiful shoes but they, along the rest of her ensemble, needed to be disposed of. Jenn slid off the black leather pants and pulled the sheer sequined sweater over her head. Once she'd removed wig and contacts she was back to herself. She ran a hand through her blond hair. Wigs always made her head itch, even the expensive ones. She placed the entire outfit, contacts and all into a back pack and planned toss it into a garbage can on her way to the airport. She opened her closet and grabbed her go bag. The Company taught her to never leave a trace. She'd wiped the place down with a oil dissolving disinfectant. It was one of many habits ingrained in her at the beginning of this five year long odyssey. When she visited Marty she took the extra precaution of wiping down her spoons, glasses and bowls with a napkin before someone collected them. She'd even taken the hair from her hair brush and flushed it. Langley had her fingerprints but she'd made damn sure not to leave them anywhere else. It was time to

When walking inside, his eyes adjusted to the beach house, dimly lit compared to the beating sun outside. The first figure he could make out was the one he’d been expecting. Sitting on a bar stool, while leaning on the table was Amethyst, her mouth coated in white dust. “Hey there, curly hair!” Out of her mouth came sugar that had not quite dissolved in her saturated mouth. “What's goin’ on?”

Then, the lights went dim. Giordanna hurried to the stage, waiting behind a huge, black, velvet curtain. As the curtain opened, a platform swung from the rear of the room, suspended overhead by what appeared to be red velvet ropes. Seated on the platform was a gorgeous woman holding a swan. Thus began the staged introduction of Giordanna’s new skin care line, announcing the opening of her first store inside of the refashioned Fairmont Hotel.

She pocketed the lipstick and got out the car. In her office, she placed it beside her computer screen, where she could keep an eye on it while she worked in case it happened to metamorphose into… into what? A nuclear warhead? A range of diaphanous underwear complete with stray pubic hairs? Both were about as likely, she felt, as her husband having an affair. He wasn’t the type. And she wasn’t the type to be suspicious… Except now, when suspicious was exactly what she was, and evidence of that suspicion lay in the fact she ended up spending half an hour staring at the lipstick instead of doing whatever it was she was supposed to be doing.